Two days later.
Lu Yang followed Holy Cloud to the foot of a high mountain. The golden light shining down from Holy Light Star bathed the mountain, making it appear incredibly sacred. Yet there was not a single plant on it—only a barren, naked mountain.
There was only one winding path up the mountain. Everywhere else was extremely steep. The mountain stood more than ten thousand meters tall, and every thousand meters, warriors clad head to toe in golden armor stood guard.
Just as Lu Yang had guessed, the region illuminated by Holy Light Star had no idea that the Ancient God Race had slaughtered the thirteen border main cities of the Flame Faction.
At that moment, people traveling up and down the mountain came in an endless stream. Many winged people also flew through the sky. The place was thriving, with no sign of vigilance at all.
"Your Highness Lu Yang, please come this way." Hatred flashed in Holy Cloud's eyes as he walked to a golden river not far away.
The river was more than three hundred meters wide, and golden radiance constantly rose from its waters. Holy Light Element Spirits leaped through the river, while many flew to Holy Cloud's side and coiled around him as though they had encountered an old friend.
"So your home really is here." Lu Yang smiled at Holy Cloud.
"It is our people's tradition. Every newborn child is bathed in the Holy River because our race has hidden its most precious treasure beneath its waters. As long as you help me take revenge, I will be eternally loyal to you, and the treasure will be yours as well." Holy Cloud looked at Lu Yang excitedly.
"What treasure?" Lu Yang asked.
"Our race possesses a holy relic—a Goddess Statue. We do not